Beyond the Wall

by June Labyzon

I crave for you to comprehend my poetry
the twisted complications of the truth.
As a personal note taker
it shouldn't be that hard.
It's just a knot in the cord
of the bureaucracy of being:

My poetry is more than just
a sweet smelling perfume
lingering as I whisk out
of your sight,
more than great clouds of emotional steam
fogging your vision.
It is the mind pictures, that turn
the lights off and on in my head,
illuminating you as I desire you to be.

My poetry is a worship,
a celebration of zestful joy.
It is wisps of silvery
threads with no place
to land - except in a poem.
I need you to embrace the
shallowest parts, the ones
written without the hook.

Must I
build a neon sign on top
of a large city building, huge giant
letters in pink plastic tubes, for
you to comprehend that which
drifts on the tide of obscurity?

My words have become isolated
stars ricocheting off the stability
of the moon.
I need you to see beyond the words.
Go back in time -
hold your breath
until your mind releases

The roots of conflict are too sweet
to die for.


Posted on 11/04/2014
Copyright © 2021 June Labyzon

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